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by chloe Jun 20, 2011 category : Sadness, depression / other
I sleep on the ground here, no less comfy than a stone. my thoughts are here with you dear, while you are right at home. cold bright starry eyes, of the stars in the night. i lay here as they gaze upon me, and it doesn't feel quite right. i lay here in the darkness, and tremble bad with fear. not because the fear of dying, but because you are not here. i want this war to be over, so all the terror will be gone. i was very happy, before all of this just came along. this is a strange country, a scary and distant place. its not the thought of death that scares me, but the look upon their face. i only wish once again, that we could be near. but right now you're in my heart, and ill know you'll always be here.